As the PR man, working late, looks at the photos of the fire’s aftermath he managed to keep from the press, he reflects on the nature of his job:

I look at the photographs once more in the Manhattan sunsetThe same light falls on the one of my wife and my kidsThen I put them back in the filePermit myself a smileKeeping them hidden was the best work I ever did

‘Cause people like us, we do make the world betterAnd if it’s better for us, it’s better for everyoneI open the window to the rush hour sirens on West StreetI see the Power and the Glory all over this townAll over this town…